There are so many articles, lists, schedules and activities being sent around at the moment that my head is spinning. Yours too? And then there are all the memes saying “you don’t have to be your child’s teacher over this time” – yes, thank you for that, although I had no intention to be. In a list of possible alternative and suitable occupations I know full well that teaching would not come top of my list. Most teachers are patient saints and I am not one of those.
Red for blood that hums with infection
Orange for fruit, to build our defences
Yellow is fear – oozing from our screens.
Green for the fields we can no longer run in
Blue for the ocean’s wet embrace, now beyond our reach
Pink is for wounds. So many that weep
Purple? A heart for courage, perhaps.
We don’t know when this will end, we only know that this is shared.
That we are one somehow.
A trick of the light.
A curve of colour.
A cosmic coincidence.
It was always fragile.
We just forgot that it was.
Right, so I thought it would be helpful to list a few things that are providing me with solace and a little shot of joy over this time, in the hope that they will do the same for you. Please also share yours as comments if you have some cool stuff to add, so we can raise our spirits when we’re feeling low:
I’m fitter now than I was in my 20s. Granted, this is not that difficult, seeing as my 20s were spent in a blur of parties and travelling and drinking rather large pints of beer in foggy pubs. But I always had this assumption that it was all downhill from 40 and we may as well just give up on our physical fitness and lie on the couch in tracksuit pants forever until we die.
It wasn’t a talking carpet like the one in Aladdin. There were no furry tassels. It didn’t fly through a dark sky sprinkled with white stars.
Instead, it was heavy and fraying where the edges met the varnished wooden floor. A golden colour that had turned to beige, it had red shapes on it that were now rust, green that had faded to yellow. The carpet was in my parents’ bedroom, down the long passage that creaked. If you knew where the creaks were, you could leap silently from side to side as you tried to escape your room, without anyone hearing. One wrong step though, and the whole house would wake.
THIS GIVEAWAY IS NOW CLOSED – and the winner was Tanya Lilley. Congrats!
I never thought I’d become one of those people who really liked shoes.
Growing up I was barefoot half of the time (the rest of the time I was in my tackies or flip flops). But as I’ve developed more than a passing interest in style, shoes have become slightly more important. I’m not going to pretend this is a life and death situation. I understand that most people wear shoes for utility. That some people find shoes, fashion or any of that stuff, a touch frivolous. But I see it differently, and that’s okay.